"Hey, Dong, don't mess around!"
"Dong, what do you want to do?"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's running direction, everyone on the bench was shocked.
Jack took Keegan's arm and said, "Coach, think of a way, think of a way!"
"Go away, what can I do? I just let Dong help his teammates defend. Who knows he...Oh, God!"
Kevin Keegan used his only good hand to cross himself.
Just when Keegan was trying to rush onto the court to prevent the "disaster" after being shown a red card, Wang Xiaodong ran to a place two meters away from the referee and stopped.
Seeing this, the staff and teammates on the sidelines breathed a sigh of relief.
If Wang Xiaodong really punches, this matter may be even more serious than the stadium battle between Manchester United and Arsenal in the past two years.
"Fortunately, Dong Shi is in general, otherwise I really don't know how to end it."
After the referee Parker resumed the game, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.
He turned around and looked around, but found nothing unusual.
"What's going on? It's obviously summer, why does the weather become so cold?"
What Parker didn't know was that Wang Xiaodong, not far away, was looking at him with squinted eyes, as if he were looking at a dead person.
After the game resumed, the arrogant Sheffield Wednesday showed no restraint.
They only knew that Wang Xiaodong was a boy under the age of seventeen, and knew nothing about the rest of his situation.
Super long-range shooting ability?
Easily angry?
Good at giving the home team fans a thumbs up?
What does this have to do with us?
Ever since, when Sheffield Wednesday's frontcourt players rushed up like a pack of hyenas again, defender Powell quickly passed the ball.
"winter!"
A roar of despair.
Although Powell does not believe that Wang Xiaodong's appearance will bring any changes to the current situation of the game, this is after all a response measure made by Kevin Keegan.
Regardless of whether it works or not, try it first before talking.
Powell's pass was not very powerful, but it carried his last hope for the game.
The distance is not far, and the distance of 4 meters is fleeting.
Powell knew that Wang Xiaodong was not good with his feet, so he passed the ball to his right side.
As long as Wang Xiaodong follows everything he teaches in daily training, he will be able to stop the ball firmly at his feet.
Seeing Powell being forced to pass the ball, Sheffield Wednesday's attacking midfielder immediately adjusted his direction and passed the ball towards Wang Xiaodong.
Even from the sidelines, Jack and Keegan could see the green light in Graham's eyes.
In their eyes, Wang Xiaodong was like a little sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
etc...
What?
sheep?
What a mistake!
"Go to hell!"
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong faced the incoming ball, stretched his left foot forward, and stepped most of his body behind the ball, leaving only his right foot to block the ball.
The ball that could have stopped safely at his feet hit Wang Xiaodong's pivot foot and bounced upwards.
A bad stop!
But at this moment, no one paid attention to Wang Xiaodong's rough stop.
Graham, who was sprinting at high speed, collided hard with Wang Xiaodong's left shoulder. At the moment of the collision, the 1.87 meter tall Scottish man flew backwards like a sandbag.
Bang!
Smoke and dust were everywhere.
Referee Parker, holding the whistle in his mouth, was stunned by this scene and stayed in place.
He never expected that the home team striker, who was running rampant in Southampton's backcourt before, would now open his mouth wide and let out a scream like a slaughtering pig.
What the hell is this?
Am I dazzled?
Could it be that this thin oriental boy was knocked to the ground?
What just happened?
Just as Pike's brain was trying to digest this scene, a gust of wind suddenly sounded in his ears.
Whoosh!
A ball grazed his scalp and flew forward quickly.
Walcott, who had been prepared for a long time, spread his legs and chased the ball like a bolt of lightning.
With Walcott's speed, no matter how deflected the pass from his teammates is, he can quickly catch up as long as it doesn't go out of bounds.
Some of Sheffield Wednesday's midfielders looked at the referee, and some were still concerned about Graham's collapse. After the midfielder and backcourt players were disconnected, Southampton formed a 2-on-3 opportunity in the frontcourt.
It's said to be 2 on 3, but in fact Kendi Jones is far behind Walcott.
Facing three double-teamers approaching him, Walcott strode into the penalty area.
Before the opponent steps forward to steal the ball, his right foot suddenly comes back and the ball is returned to his left foot. His left foot followed the trend and pushed forward to the left, and the ball passed through the second defender's wicket.
Facing the third defender who came up to defend, Walcott swung his left foot and knocked the opponent to the ground.
After landing, push the outer instep of your left foot to the left again, pull away, and swing your calf to knock.
The toes firmly hit the turf under the ball, and the ball flew high in an instant.
Kukas, who had just lowered his center of gravity, jumped up desperately, but the ball still missed his fingertips and fell into the net.
"Beep!!!"
Parker's whistle sounded late. In front of all the Sheffield Wednesday fans, Parker lowered his head and reluctantly pointed his finger towards the midfield.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!”
"GOAL, GOAL,GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
Southampton's commentator immediately picked up the microphone, put it to his mouth and howled loudly.
"Theo Walcott!"
“The goal was scored by our little tiger Walcott!!!”
"He equalized the score for the team!"
In the center of the camera, Walcott, who scored his first goal, began to run around the field.
It was his first time scoring a goal for the first team and he didn't know how to celebrate.
He ran at a right angle from behind the goal along the edge of the pitch. It wasn't until Kevin Keegan's figure appeared in front of him that Walcott accelerated his sprint as if he had found his backbone.
"Mr. Keegan, I did it, I did it!"
Walcott leapt high into the air and plunged into the arms of Kevin Keegan.
"Yo yo yo, I saw it, I saw it. Get down quickly, get down quickly, my hand, my hand..."
Keegan was so excited that he was incoherent. He saw results just two minutes after the substitution. Of course, Keegan also contributed to this goal.
"This is a collaboration between two new Saints. It's hard to imagine that they are only sixteen years old this year." Southampton's commentator roared again, "The young Saints have a bright future!!!"
After filming Walcott's excitement, the camera found Wang Xiaodong again.
There was no joy of scoring a goal on his face, but instead some annoyance.
"My footwork is still a bit bad. I'm so close. How bad is it after applying the intermediate aiming charm?"
"Is it possible to use a high-end one?"
Wang Xiaodong glanced at the referee Parker, who suddenly trembled and shuddered.
"Do I have a cold?"
"No, we have to end the game quickly and have a good time tonight!"
"I wonder if Maria is free tonight, hehehe..."
At the referee's urging whistle, the players from both sides quickly returned to their respective positions.
This goal counts Wang Xiaodong as an assist, and it is also his first assist this season.
After equalizing the score, the Saints were full of morale and clamored to keep up their efforts and win another victory.
However, the home team is not that easy to bully. Sturlock replaced two offensive players in a row, once again increasing the impact on the Saints' defense.
But this time the Saints found their backbone, and almost all the balls that might cause physical confrontation were passed to Wang Xiaodong's feet.
Wang Xiaodong also refuses no one, and every time he knocks someone over first, and then thinks about catching the ball.
Although he is often in a hurry because of this, Wang Xiaodong has a lot of room to make adjustments when no one is pressing him.
"Oh my God, he's a monster!"
boom!
Bang!
After two consecutive muffled sounds, Wang Xiaodong emerged from the double-team of two Sheffield Wednesday players.
Among the two people who fell to the ground, one was covering his calf and the other was covering his lower back. The expression on his face was extremely painful.
“Beep, beep beep beep!!!”
This time, Pike finally blew his whistle.
Hearing the whistle, Sheffield Wednesday's players finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, referee, what are you doing? It's good for the offense!" Veteran Thomas Hutto immediately stepped forward to protest.
"Mr. Referee, our offense was advantageous, why did the game stop?"
"Someone was injured and fell to the ground." Referee Pike said expressionlessly.
"But we're attacking! The ball hasn't gone out of bounds yet!"
"But your players are not controlling the ball, right?"
After Parker finished speaking, he pointed his finger. Wang Xiaodong in front of the sideline had just stopped chasing the ball.
"Is that why?" Hutto's face showed extreme dissatisfaction. After playing football for so many years, he certainly understood why the referee made this decision.
Just when he wanted to continue to argue, Sheffield Wednesday's players also gathered around, separating the Southampton players and the referee.
After a while, under the treatment of two team doctors, the player opposite Wang Xiaodong was carried off the field, while the guy who was hit by Wang Xiaodong in the side barely stood up.
"What a tragedy!" Keegan couldn't bear it at this moment and crossed himself on his chest.
"Damn it, who asked them to mess with the winter? They deserve it!" Jack gritted his teeth. He was still dissatisfied with the referee's obvious biased penalty.
Although a Sheffield Wednesday player fell to the ground, he blew the whistle before the ball went out of bounds, so the wise Parker awarded a defensive foul to the home team.
Sheffield Wednesday fans didn't say anything. After all, the referee's penalty blocked Southampton's quick counterattack, which was also beneficial to their own side.
Although the last substitution was lost due to this, the result was much better than the goal scored by Walcott on a quick counterattack.
But at this moment, Wang Xiaodong suddenly ran forward.
"Dong, what do you mean?" Klaus, who was responsible for taking the free kick, looked confused.
"Let me kick this ball!" Wang Xiaodong said seriously.
Klaus was stunned for a moment and looked at the opponent's fans. The straight-line distance from the lowest point of the foul was about forty meters.
"Dong, what do you think?" Thinking of Wang Xiaodong's half-time buzzer beater in the last game, Klaus's heart suddenly became hot.
